[for context, I started this thread to write the on going adventures of two of my characters Annabelle Creed and Amell Barton. I also placed it here because I don't want to clutter up the Adventures Tavern thread while they are doing a encounter with my antics. The story so far is that they are survivors of fantasy Stalingrad, and earthquake happen creating a massive sink whole, the rabbits(yes you read that right) are on the war path and creatures the size of horses that are immune to direct magical attacks tough hides and regenerate are being used to ravage the country side targeting the long established druid circles.]
"Keep straight why don't you!" As the cart turned sharply around a tree. Only a brief and violent career as a marine allowed him to keep his feet.
"Just hold on, we're almost there." I swear if it was anyone else I would have done it myself, but on the short list he was on the top. "Duck!" as a low hanging tree branch wiped by. They were now traveling in a straight line.
Taking a deep breath in, her passenger braced himself to the Polybolos and started to crank its handle. Half a turn of that handle both cocked the weapons massive arms and loaded a fresh iron bolt into its main body. A full rotation sent that bolt flying 800 feet per second with the same energy of a run away horse into it's target. And only then the bolt pernitrates it's target to the base of it's wickedly bared head. That target was bigger then a charger with scaly skin and a jaw meant to turn rocks into powder. To his announce it was gaining on their wagon. Cranking as hard as he can the archer emptied his entire magazine into the beast turning it into a demented porky pine. More bolts he landed, the more the tiny forms on the creatures back tried to pry the bolts out. "Anna, it's now or never."
"Hold this." as she passed the rains to him.
"Anna! are you mad!" I swear if it was anyone else I would have never left that tavern, but she was on the list.
"Possibly" raising her hands. With her right she snapped her ring finger tapping the index as she pointed at her target with her left. The lightning bolt fell and grounded itself on the iron bolts covering the beast. Becoming natural energy the bolt went from magic to fundamentally electricity and stopped the creature's heart. but the protected the forms on the creatures back got off and started chasing them. Garbing their packs she turned around to see the on rushing cliff.
Amell felt her hands on his shoulders as he desperately fought with the rains to get the horses from running off the cliff. Her hands grew and dogged into his coat until they pierced the skin and suddenly they were air borne. The cart and horses fell from under them. Looking up Anna was a giant eagle soring across the ravine. The Rabbits that were chasing them stopped by the edge as they are joined by a tall lanky figure. The figure raised it's hand and the rabbits spears raised and started flying fast at them. "Dive, Anna Dive!" He shouted in alarm as his stomach plummeted with sudden drop, but with a cry of pain their dive turned into a sudden crash on the other side of the ravine.
Rolling and crashing in a tangle of feathers and arms they landed not so safely. Groaning he got back to his feet and started running through his check list. Anna? down bleeding from shoulder. Crossbow? Some how survived the fall. Enemy? Bleary he looked back across the ravine. The figure with arms out stretch was flouting himself and minions across. Amell took a knee, charged the crossbow, loaded the bolt and got a good look at his target. It was pale with a face of tentacles and triggered his gaged reflex. Fighting the nausea he took a steading breath and smoothly pulled the trigger. Flying slower than the Polybolos the bolt still hit hard enough to smash into the creature and nock it and the rabbits out of the air.
With quick scan he stood up and limped back towards Anna. Kneeling by her he pulled out his flask. First thing he learned serving on ships was never carry potions in glass, flasks are safer. Gently he open her mouth and emptied the healing potion into her. The wound in her shoulder started to nit itself back together but the magic ran out before it was finished. After bandaging the wound up, he grab the hand axe from the pack to make a litter for her and a splint for himself. Both done he started his limping pace through the forest and on to the Emerald Enclave.
[for context, I started this thread to write the on going adventures of two of my characters Annabelle Creed and Amell Barton. I also placed it here because I don't want to clutter up the Adventures Tavern thread while they are doing a encounter with my antics. The story so far is that they are survivors of fantasy Stalingrad, and earthquake happen creating a massive sink whole, the rabbits(yes you read that right) are on the war path and creatures the size of horses that are immune to direct magical attacks tough hides and regenerate are being used to ravage the country side targeting the long established druid circles.]
"Keep straight why don't you!" As the cart turned sharply around a tree. Only a brief and violent career as a marine allowed him to keep his feet.
"Just hold on, we're almost there." I swear if it was anyone else I would have done it myself, but on the short list he was on the top. "Duck!" as a low hanging tree branch wiped by. They were now traveling in a straight line.
Taking a deep breath in, her passenger braced himself to the Polybolos and started to crank its handle. Half a turn of that handle both cocked the weapons massive arms and loaded a fresh iron bolt into its main body. A full rotation sent that bolt flying 800 feet per second with the same energy of a run away horse into it's target. And only then the bolt pernitrates it's target to the base of it's wickedly bared head. That target was bigger then a charger with scaly skin and a jaw meant to turn rocks into powder. To his announce it was gaining on their wagon. Cranking as hard as he can the archer emptied his entire magazine into the beast turning it into a demented porky pine. More bolts he landed, the more the tiny forms on the creatures back tried to pry the bolts out. "Anna, it's now or never."
"Hold this." as she passed the rains to him.
"Anna! are you mad!" I swear if it was anyone else I would have never left that tavern, but she was on the list.
"Possibly" raising her hands. With her right she snapped her ring finger tapping the index as she pointed at her target with her left. The lightning bolt fell and grounded itself on the iron bolts covering the beast. Becoming natural energy the bolt went from magic to fundamentally electricity and stopped the creature's heart. but the protected the forms on the creatures back got off and started chasing them. Garbing their packs she turned around to see the on rushing cliff.
Amell felt her hands on his shoulders as he desperately fought with the rains to get the horses from running off the cliff. Her hands grew and dogged into his coat until they pierced the skin and suddenly they were air borne. The cart and horses fell from under them. Looking up Anna was a giant eagle soring across the ravine. The Rabbits that were chasing them stopped by the edge as they are joined by a tall lanky figure. The figure raised it's hand and the rabbits spears raised and started flying fast at them. "Dive, Anna Dive!" He shouted in alarm as his stomach plummeted with sudden drop, but with a cry of pain their dive turned into a sudden crash on the other side of the ravine.
Rolling and crashing in a tangle of feathers and arms they landed not so safely. Groaning he got back to his feet and started running through his check list. Anna? down bleeding from shoulder. Crossbow? Some how survived the fall. Enemy? Bleary he looked back across the ravine. The figure with arms out stretch was flouting himself and minions across. Amell took a knee, charged the crossbow, loaded the bolt and got a good look at his target. It was pale with a face of tentacles and triggered his gaged reflex. Fighting the nausea he took a steading breath and smoothly pulled the trigger. Flying slower than the Polybolos the bolt still hit hard enough to smash into the creature and nock it and the rabbits out of the air.
With quick scan he stood up and limped back towards Anna. Kneeling by her he pulled out his flask. First thing he learned serving on ships was never carry potions in glass, flasks are safer. Gently he open her mouth and emptied the healing potion into her. The wound in her shoulder started to nit itself back together but the magic ran out before it was finished. After bandaging the wound up, he grab the hand axe from the pack to make a litter for her and a splint for himself. Both done he started his limping pace through the forest and on to the Emerald Enclave.
Outside the Lines Fantasy – A collection of self published fiction stories.
Needs some editing but defo a cool idea.